Chapter 413: Shen Que, Jiang Cheng, and Fu Yixue Join Forces to Kill Chu Cixie

Chapter 413 Shen Que, Jiang Cheng, and Fu Yixue Join Forces to Defeat Chu Cixie

Wu Yue had just rushed out of the corridor when she spotted Fu Yixue approaching. As they passed each other, she suddenly grabbed Fu Yixue.

"Aunt Fu, during the Final Battle, so many people charged forward one after another—it was never meant for the survivors to carry guilt.

If death brings liberation, and life becomes a burden of guilt, then sacrifice loses all meaning!"

Fu Yixue slowly drew her bloodstained sword. "Yue Yue, go take care of your mission. Don’t worry about me."

Wu Yue couldn’t possibly let Fu Yixue walk in before she was mentally prepared; otherwise, with Chu Cixie’s abilities, he would surely break her mind instantly!

Zhou Qianfeng quickly stepped forward. "Yue Yue, go with Lu Li. Leave this to us. Don’t worry—Yixue has her mind clear!"

There was no time to lose. Wu Yue firmly nodded and headed toward where the final hostages were being held.

Fu Yixue turned to Zhou Qianfeng. "Do I seem that unreliable?"

Zhou Qianfeng nodded. "Yes."

Fu Yixue rolled her eyes. "I won’t let that old bastard Chu Cixie look down on me. The origin of the celestial masters still lies within the Daoist sect. Today, I’ll make sure he learns who’s truly in charge!"

Just as Fu Yixue was about to enter, Zhou Qianfeng suddenly grabbed her. Though over forty, Zhou Qianfeng had lost none of his former charm. In his youth, he had been handsome and refined; now, after years in power, he appeared even more commanding and distinguished.

"I shouldn’t be asking this now, but I need to join Wu Yue soon.

Fu Yixue, back then, you had the elder send four letters. The last one was addressed to the artifact spirit Li Fang, right?

I know something happened between you two before the apocalypse. What about now?

What did you write to him in that letter?"

If this battle ultimately couldn’t be turned around, he at least wanted to die knowing the truth.

Fu Yixue looked puzzled. "I told him about Wu Yue’s identity and asked him to consider joining the secretariat to help her."

Zhou Qianfeng blinked. "That’s all?"

Fu Yixue sounded confused. "What else? So many years have passed, times have changed, and his children are grown. What else could I possibly say?"

Zhou Qianfeng took a deep breath. "Actually, all these years, I’ve stayed single. I may have been a bit of a rogue back then, but I’ve changed. Do you think…"

Fu Yixue ignored him. As Zhou Qianfeng’s voice trailed off, she suddenly reached out as she passed by, her arm brushing across his chest and giving his arm a gentle squeeze.

Zhou Qianfeng froze for a moment, then immediately said, "If you’re making a move on me like this, you’ll have to commit to me properly."

Fu Yixue replied, "We’ll talk about it if I survive."

Even she didn’t know whether she’d make it through.

Zhou Qianfeng watched Fu Yixue walk away and softly exhaled. "Then survive. You must survive."

When Fu Yixue stepped onto the battlefield, Fu Yanqi was sent flying, crashing to the ground and spitting blood.

Fu Yixue took the broken sword imbued with Fu Yiyang’s sword intent from his hand. "Yanqi, you call me Master. Time is short—I must teach you everything I know from the Daoist sect, right now."

Fu Yanqi immediately said, "Master!"

Fu Yixue nodded. "Yes."

Fu Yiyang, "Shijie."

Fu Yixue's expression softened, "Yiyang, it's really been a long time."

Fu Yiyang, "Yeah, Shijie, you've gotten old. What's up with your neck? It looks so unsettling."

Fu Yixue, "...Do you have a death wish, kid?"

Fu Yiyang, "I've been dead and gone."

Just as Fu Yixue was about to feel sad, Fu Yiyang added, "But my wit and fighting spirit are eternal, passed down through the ages. I died so young—I'm forever 24, forever a youthful young man. What was up with you earlier? I was about to tag-team with you, but you ran off first!"

Without hesitation, Fu Yixue raised the broken sword. Sword intent coalesced, flowing with a dense aura that restored the blade's former imposing lethality!

From the moment Fu Yiyang appeared, Fu Yixue felt her long-stagnant, desolate heart finally begin to beat again.

Yiyang, Yixue—sunlight finally pierced through the ice and frost covering her heart.

As soon as Fu Yixue joined the battle, the situation changed dramatically. Shen Que, who had been suppressed by Chu Cixie's arcane techniques, was finally able to land punch after punch, giving Chu Cixie a pounding.

But Jiang Cheng had not fully recovered from his frenzy. Remembering how Chu Cixie had tried to harm Wu Yue, his eyes filled with black energy as he relentlessly blasted spheres of evil energy into Chu Cixie's body.

Kill him!! Kill him!!

Fu Yixue frowned, "Shen Que, make it quick. If Jiang Cheng keeps raging like this, he'll end up harming himself."

Shen Que also wanted to act quickly. Wu Yue had left alone, and on top of that, she had kept the matter of Mental Power Sharing hidden from him. Even now, she hadn't opened the private domain part of her mental power to him.

Shen Que was panicking desperately. Chu Cixie had one contingency after another—the fox spirit virus issue wasn't resolved, and now Wu Yue's mother from the Order Realm was making a move. If this continued, Wu Yue's emotional barriers and habitual thought patterns might resurface, and things could take a disastrous turn!

For a moment, the three of them were each dealing with their own issues, and they were actually being held down by Chu Cixie single-handedly.

After Shen Que was nearly hit by Jiang Cheng's evil energy again, Chu Cixie kicked him, sending him flying.

Chu Cixie, "Yixue, I never thought you'd improved quite a bit over the years. I'm impressed."

Shen Que was fuming. Damn it, they were like the Calabash Boys rescuing their grandpa one by one—utterly futile.

This old fiend just wouldn't stop talking mid-fight. Seriously, what a dirty trick.

If Fu Yixue's Dao heart wavered, and they kept dragging this out, they would all die!!

Fu Yiyang, having merged with the sword, sensed that whenever Fu Yixue faced Chu Cixie directly, her moves became subconsciously unsteady. Shen Que's strength wasn't being used effectively, and Jiang Cheng's energy grew increasingly chaotic, to the point where he could no longer distinguish friend from foe. If anything happened to Fu Yixue, all hell would break loose.

Suddenly, three formless streams of sword intent silently flowed into the foreheads of the three. All three hesitated for a second.

Chu Cixie was fully immersed in his brainwashing, "Yixue, I know how hard you've worked all these years. Now that Yiyang's soul has formed and his consciousness has awakened, how can you bear to let him remain attached to this broken sword?

All these years, you never let the children you adopted call you 'Master.' Wasn't it because you wanted to reserve that title for Yiyang, to keep his memory alive?

I can help you. You've seen it—I can absorb the souls of the dead. With my techniques, one day, I can make Yiyang stand before you alive again."

Fu Yixue's breathing grew heavier. Just as her inner demons were about to emerge,

Fu Yiyang suddenly exploded in fury.

"Fu Yixue, you bitch!! Even after I'm dead, you still have to screw me over!!

I'm clearly your junior brother, so why are you the Grandmaster, while I'm just a Master??

We're not even from the same generation! Are you treating me like your son or something?!"

Fu Yixue felt a flash of guilt for a second, her inner demon vanishing in an instant. She argued defensively, "Of course not, I was saving it all for Yue Yue."

Fu Yanqi joined forces with Fu Yiyang, "No, Grandmaster, Master said that Wu Yue has a more important legacy. Master never intended for Wu Yue to inherit the Taoist sect."

Fu Yiyang sneered, "Exactly! We grew up together—do you think I don’t know what kind of woman you are?! That's so like you!"

All of Fu Yixue’s sentimental feelings flew away. "What kind of woman am I? How dare you talk to me like that, Fu Yiyang? Have you lost your damn mind?"

Just as Chu Cixie approached, Fu Yixue, filled with rage, kicked him square in the chest and thrust her sword intent straight toward his heart.

Fu Yixue, humiliated and furious, redirected her anger. "You old fool, shooting your mouth off for no reason! If you hadn’t said anything, my junior brother—a dead man—wouldn't have known shit!!

I’ll stab you to death! Just like some old village gossip, running your mouth about everything without knowing what’s good or bad to say!"

Fu Yiyang snapped back, "Even if I’m dead, I have the right to know!"

Fu Yixue retorted, "You have no right to know anything! You don’t deserve it!!"

The two of them were arguing so noisily and chaotically, completely ignoring the situation, that Chu Cixie became distracted by Shen Que and Jiang Cheng’s combined assault. In that moment, Fu Yixue’s broken sword actually pierced straight into his chest.

Under normal circumstances, a broken sword like that couldn't have scratched him.

But when he sensed the endless flow of Taoist mystical power surging from the broken sword, Chu Cixie’s expression suddenly changed, filled with shock and horror.

At the same time, Fu Yixue bumped fists with Jiang Cheng and Shen Que.

"You two simps, not bad acting!"

Chu Cixie looked up in disbelief, feeling the millennia-old celestial master energy within his body rapidly draining away. His entire body began to age at an astonishingly visible speed.

Until his skin became wrinkled, covered in deep grooves, his body withered and emaciated, looking like dried-up wood.

Chu Cixie looked up, unable to believe what was happening.

"What in the world is going on?"